Luyện nghe bài hát One Of Ours

(featuring Jadakiss)

You know, like this
Sometimes you you gotta give back to the community
Gotta show these motherfuckers how to wipe thangs off y'know?
'em a little somethin

Pick you up, off your feet a forklift, but instead it's the four-fifth
red, your brain leakin them sauces
Like an, autopsy leavin 'em nauseous, when I aim at bosses
Put a pep in that bop that you with
When my tec spittin at
I could be a victim, but the streets I endorsed it
Spittin that real, y'all just cough it
Like in my lungs, motherfucker I'm more sick
You turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so on this
You game grammar school, mines metamorphic
Dem fools killin nuttin in the club, they all bent
My intent is to sober ass up, leave 'em all drenched
See what a few cups of can offset
Got a little paper, I stressin, they all press
Ain't records, they come at me for more press
When they it's real them dudes out coppin more vests
Better how to

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Wipe, guns off, get that money money
Wipe, a nigga smile, off nuttin funny
Show, you motherfuckers, how hungry you
get, when your feet are touchin (kid a nigga / yeah, he one of ours) *

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P gunna, shots a come up
out them hammers at light speed, it a hot summer
in New York, New York - a.k.a. Ground
The Big Apple, the worms in the middle (eww)
The White Castle, the Empire
The home of that Time new face
Metropolis of the world, I'll you where I come from
by how the cash stack, and how I make a gun
But look past that, and listen how a be
Imagine the concert, dancin on they seats
Shorty mad gettin stained, she near about to faint
She never saw a grimy dirty like, P
mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to blink
Don't wanna miss a thing, the that we sing
Mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to
Don't wanna miss a thing, the that we sing
BANG!

My niggaz can't stop us
Ev'rysince we got our hands on the AR's, the S, and the fresh
All of them is filled to the top with the vest
We can get it on with America's Best
Soon as the lead pop you, don't make it
to the funeral or wake can you on Ted Koppel
I'm a thumper, you just a gay nigga
with a sticker on your rear bumper
They say life is short, death is
makes it even harder to express my hunger
And I wanna polly y'all, I'm a zone of my own
Sorta like Tom talkin to that volleyball
A "Cast Away," I'll blast
Fuck if you tomorrow, get cash today
And even though hard, niggaz is on they job
It's the and the Mobb, before my niggaz starve we'll